[Ah, flashlights. He vaguely remembers those, having had almost nothing to do with them in his time in London or out of it. But he does know their purpose and he does know the Earls had made plans to go to this event. As much as he loves this holiday, it feels slightly soiled now that he's attending an event even partly hosted by the one thing that could destroy half of his remaining family. Couldn't the damned demon have picked a different holiday to ruin?]
[Despite it all, he appears with a smile, per his norm, and a set of robes and boots fitting what he had once been, looking about the place as if he could properly see it.]
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[Despite it all, he appears with a smile, per his norm, and a set of robes and boots fitting what he had once been, looking about the place as if he could properly see it.]
So, this is it, is it?